DEVIL'S RELEASE
Chapter Eight
A/N; In case you missed me mentioning it before, this will be another 'Vergil Chapter', which means it's detailing his views and perspective of the story thus far ( so don't get confused xD ). More than likely every fourth chapter will be a Vergil chapter, depending on how long this story actually ends up being, so keep that in mind for future updates.
Disclaimer; I only own the plot and stuff, not the characters, blah blah blah...
It had been two weeks since Nero had found the book. Two weeks since Vergil had read it and found the information he was looking for. The half demon knew what he had to do; it was just the matter of actually doing it. It would require help from the outside, that much was for sure. Luckily for Vergil, he had a perfect little pawn at his disposal. All he had to do was set the stage, and then all of the pieces would fall into place. Then he would be free; free from this confinement, free to do as he pleased and to go where he wanted, and he already had a few places in mind, such as paying a little visit to a certain loud mouthed idiot who had a bad habit of giving away his possessions.
Over those two weeks since the book had been obtained Vergil had contemplated just how exactly he was going to go about his plan. He knew he was skilled enough at manipulation to convince Nero to help him just by feeding the teen a few lines, but Vergil couldn't control outside factors and the last thing he needed was the boy letting it slip somehow and spilling the beans before he was ready, or possibly even changing his mind about helping. If that was the case, Vergil knew that he would lose his best, and possibly last, chance at freedom. If his brother were to learn of his situation before his escape, he knew that would be the end of everything. The most logical choice was to stick with Nero; the boy was already friendly with him, and so far hadn't mentioned their awkward situation to anyone. Of course, Nero had questioned him many times about what had been in the book, but Vergil always brushed the questions aside; he couldn't have the boy backing out on him now, not when he was so close. All Vergil had to do was make sure that Nero kept what was going on here to himself, and he had the perfect idea for accomplishing that.
During the time since the book had been found, Vergil had begun to formulate a solid plan. First he laid the foundation by keeping his end of the bargain; whatever Nero asked him to show him, Vergil complied with. He taught the boy to play chess whenever they took a break from the sparring and training, and listened whenever Nero felt the need to vent about his life or whatever else was bothering him. It all seemed like trivial matters in Vergil's opinion, but he never interrupted the boy and always seemed interested, no matter how boring he found it to be. Occasionally he even teased Nero and bantered jokingly with the boy to lighten the mood between them whenever it seemed like Nero was taking his criticisms during their lessons too personally. He couldn't have the boy shying away from him now, not when he was so close.
On this particular day, three and a half weeks since Nero had brought him the book, Vergil had decided it was time to initiate the next phase of his plan. He had to be careful now; anything too obvious and he would scare the other off, and possibly lose his chance at escape. The fact that Nero was once again in the incorrect stance gave him the perfect opportunity to test the waters and see what sort of reaction he received. Vergil ignored Nero's protests as he scolded the boy and smacked him in the back of the head to keep up his annoyed teacher appearance, and approached the teen from behind. Without warning the half devil slipped his arms around Nero and took his wrists in hand, moving the boy's arms into the correct positions. It was faint, but Vergil didn't miss the hitching of breath and the light tinge of pink that crawled across Nero's cheeks as the teen complied with his instructions. 'Perfect,' he thought to himself, struggling to contain the victorious smirk that was threatening to take him over. It was shy, and somewhat awkward, but it had been there. All of his hard work was beginning to pay off; all Vergil had to do was keep it subtle until the boy was ready, and then he would be on his way out of here.
Over the course of the next week, Vergil continued with his plans. At first he was careful, only making physical contact with the teen when it was necessary, but by the end of the week Vergil would find any excuse to place his hands on the boy, even when Nero wasn't doing that badly with the stances and motions. Every time he touched Nero, Vergil could see the blushes; he could hear the stammered words and sudden loss of that ever-present confidence the teen seemed to have. His plan was working even better and more quickly than he had expected, though the half demon suspected that was due in part to the fact that on the outside Nero seemed to be shunned by the community he lived in, leaving only Vergil for him to turn to for attention. The older male continued to use that to his advantage, growing bolder with his touches and watching the reactions they brought forth as the days passed. 'Soon enough….'
Nearly a month had passed since the book had been found, and Vergil could almost taste his freedom. If he hadn't already known the reason, Vergil would have been extremely confused as to why Nero suddenly seemed to be having so much trouble with the stances and movements for the attack sequences he was teaching him. The tell-tale blushes and awkward aura emanating from the boy made it clear enough, though; Nero was doing it on purpose now. The boy had even taken to offering to play chess, even when Vergil hadn't asked first. Vergil considered the combination of those things to be the marker that the teen aged devil hunter was ready for the next stage of his plan. There was no use waiting anymore, Nero was more than prepped for his plans and the longer Vergil waited the more his chances of being discovered increased. Tonight was the night; he would have to seal the deal or possibly miss out on his best chance for freedom.
The pair had taken a break from training to engage in another game of chess, their third that night, since the previous two games had resulted in Nero's defeat, and the teen seemed determined to prove that he could win. Vergil had teased him a little, mostly to get the boy riled up so that he would want to play again, and it had worked. The only difference was that Nero didn't know that he would be winning this particular round. Vergil was careful not to make his moves obvious, for Nero had actually been getting better at the game, and if the boy realized that the half devil was sabotaging himself then that would ruin Vergil's plans. When Nero finally called out "Check", Vergil did his best to look displeased with the situation. He had the teen exactly where he wanted him though, in his turn he would flip the tables to unsettle him, and then all Nero had to do was recognize his chance and claim that one square and the game would be his. The half demon picked up his queen and placed her carefully on the board, before shooting a frosty glare at the boy to seem irritated. "Check," he replied coolly, folding his arms across his chest as he waited for Nero to take his turn.
Nero seemed to study the board for a while; his nose wrinkling in what Vergil had come to learn was an obvious sign that the teen was confused and annoyed with something. Vergil left him in silence to study the board, watching with a small bit of amusement when, after several minutes, Nero finally seemed to spot his opening. He watched the boy's eyes widen in recognition as he checked and double checked the board before a smug smirk spread across his face. He picked up his own queen and placed her where Vergil's had been, grinning at the older male like he'd won the lottery. "Checkmate," the boy declared, looking extremely pleased with himself as he waited for Vergil to react to his victory. Vergil pursed his lips, pretending to be deep in thought as he stared at the board for a while. After a minute or two, he finally reached out and plucked his King over onto its side, and shifted his frosty gaze up to Nero. "Well done," he congratulated the boy, keeping his tone even and calm so as to not give anything away. Nero seemed relieved when Vergil finally spoke to him and asked about his prize. Vergil pretended to contemplate the question for a while before he finally stood up, motioning for the other to follow him. Everything over the past month had been leading up to this moment, and Vergil was ready to finish this.
The pair had relocated away from the table and chairs, mostly so Vergil could have a reason to stand closer to Nero without seeming suspicious. The close proximity was necessary if he was going to get the boy to go along with what he had planned for him. He studied the teen, icy blue eyes roaming over every inch of the smaller male as he watched Nero squirm, just the way he wanted him to. After he was certain the boy was thoroughly unsettled and blushing, Vergil locked his gaze with that of the curious boy, and spoke. "Since you've done so well… I've decided to give you a special prize," he explained, smirking ever so slightly to show that it was nothing sinister. He watched how the panic and nervousness spread through the curious blue eyes before him, and smiled somewhat reassuringly at the teen. "You may ask one thing of me, anything you want, and if it is in my power to do so… then I will grant whatever request it is that you have," Vergil continued, watching Nero's face as his words finally sank in.
Vergil watched as Nero seemed to be wrestling with himself about what he should ask, and rather than sit and wait, he decided to help influence the teen's decision. The half devil placed a hand lightly on Nero's shoulder, stepping closer to the boy to remove more of the space between them. "It's not that hard, really. Just pick something, anything…" he coaxed, giving the boy a smoldering look to help emphasize the obvious choice. When Nero bit his lip, Vergil nearly snorted aloud; he practically had the boy hook, line, and sinker. All he had to do was give him that last little push, and it would be clear sailing from here on out, he was sure of it. When the shaky, nervous voice spoke his name, the boy obviously trying to find the words to make the forbidden request, Vergil took the opportunity to slowly slide his hand from Nero's shoulder and up to the boy's face, where he gently tucked a lock of platinum hair behind Nero's ear. "Yes?" he replied, his tone low and enticing as he closed off the last little bit of space between them. He could feel the boy's heartbeat pounding through his chest as the pair stared into each other's eyes. The teen aged hunter finally seemed to gather the courage to speak, and looked up to Vergil with determination burning in his eyes. "…I've decided what I want for my prize," Nero said firmly as Vergil stared back down at him. "And what would that be?" the half devil asked with an amused smile. Vergil struggled to contain the malicious smirk that had begun to make its way onto his face as Nero leaned up and hesitantly placed his lips against Vergil's in response.
Vergil let out a small sigh as he untangled himself from Nero and collapsed comfortably into the bedding. It had been a long time since he had indulged in such… human pleasures, but it was a necessary sacrifice in his opinion; a means to get to his desired results, nothing more. Of course he kept his true intentions hidden beneath a comfortable, relaxed façade; it wouldn't do to alert Nero to his plans just yet, especially after all of the 'hard work' he'd just put into it. It was hard for Vergil to resist the urge to wrinkle his nose; he felt disgusting, completely covered in sweat and feathers and the product of Nero's excitement, but he reassured himself that it would be cleaned up soon. As uncomfortable as the situation was, Vergil couldn't deny that Nero had been an amusing little toy to play with tonight. It might not be so hard to bring himself to do this again if necessary, but he would hold off on that for now. The sensations and emotions still felt a little foreign to him, so there was no reason to jump the gun on this sort of thing; he would have plenty of opportunities to have another go at it if he wanted, especially with the way Nero was moaning and mewling all night.
Movement next to him snapped Vergil out of his thoughts and he glanced down to see that Nero had decided to use his chest for a pillow. He might have found it cute if he didn't think it was so pathetic, but instead of brushing the boy aside, Vergil lightly wrapped his arm around Nero. The elder male felt Nero relax underneath his fingertips and smirked a little; Nero was so easy, all he had to do was show him a little attention and affection and the boy was like putty in his hands. A small shivered passed through Nero and Vergil immediately reached down to tug the blankets up, being careful to keep the teen as comfortable as possible, lest he start to doubt Vergil's intentions. "Vergil… I—" The soft, unsure voice caused icy blue eyes to shift down to Nero's face, and Vergil quickly placed a finger to the boy's lips to silence him. "Don't speak," the half devil interjected, staring with an unspoken intensity at the teen. Before Nero could say anything else, Vergil pulled the boy to himself and pressed his lips to Nero's, tangling one hand comfortably in his hair. Vergil let their lips linger together for a moment in a soft, tender kiss before he slowly pulled away. "Go to sleep," he said quietly but firmly with an affectionate expression on his face that carefully masked his more sinister inner thoughts. Nero seemed unsure, but he gave a weak smile and nodded anyways, knowing that 'sleep' meant he would be waking up soon. As the boy closed his eyes and snuggled back into Vergil's chest, the older male smirked like the devil he was and relaxed into the pillows again, one arm still carefully draped around to boy to provide a feeling of safety and comfort while the other hand lightly stroked his hair in a calming manner. His cold, calculating eyes flickered down to observe how serenely Nero lay there cuddling with him, and one thought passed through his mind.
'Checkmate.'
A/N; Well, there you go xD Hopefully this gives anyone who was confused a little more insight into Vergil's actions so far in the story and why he's been acting the way he has been. Lol, also, I'm sorry to everyone who told me Vergil better not be plotting to hurt Nero, but hey, he's gotta do what's he's gotta do xD The next chapter will be back to Nero's perspective and continuing on with the storyline and whatnot. I'd love to hear your comments and reviews please ( keep flames to yourself; if you don't like it, don't read it, simple as that ), they make me happy and encourage me to write! Even if it's just saying "Nice chapter" or asking questions, I wanna hear from you! Also, mentioning this once again, but I'm in the prime of convention season over here so updates will be sparse ( as they have been ) until my costumes are done uwu;; Now let's hope I can stop being lazy and get them done xDD On a totally random side note, I've got another story in line that I wanna write involving our favorites boys here, but I promise not to interrupt the progress of DR to write it until this story is done~
